The situation stands as follows:
Anshelm loads his sling, backing up across the courtyard towards the main gate while two slugs slowly make their way towards him. The first slug now 10’ away, the second 15’ away.
Meanwhile, Tiberius defends a suffering, frightened Udo against an invisible foe—who appears to be on the side of the slugs.
The sky above is a roiling maelstrom of black clouds and soundless lightning, while in the cathedral’s square, a quarter mile away, there is green and blue flame, flashes of white light and deep booming. The domiciles all around, before echoing with screams, have become alive with shouting.